V Is For Valentine's Day

V is for the valiant deeds you do as a matter of course -- like traipsing through our home in the dead of night in your underwear to find the source of a sound I've tried (and failed miserably) to adequately describe, except to say that it is "most definitely not a normal 'house sound.'" Moreover, you've rushed to my aid on countless occasions to thwart the spillage of veritable pools of repulsiveness, unstopping the loo with remarkable aplomb, never once pausing to judge the ridiculous nature of my fear and loathing.

A is for your appreciative nature and for your inclination to express said appreciation in the form of chocolate. And almonds. Perhaps dark chocolate-covered almonds, if I were asked to more accurately define the essence of your appreciative ilk, my dear Romeo.

L is for loveable, given the endearing creature that you are. That said, you're kind and compassionate, thoughtful and engaging, generous to a fault and more romantic than you'll ever know. I never have to question your love for me or your ability to make me laugh even when the bottom falls out and the wheels fly off (think: projectile vomiting and flooded basements). You know just what to say and when to say it, reading me as well as any book you've ever held in your hands. Even your foibles (which, by many standards, should've made me certifiably insane by now) are marginally unobjectionable -- something I never thought humanly possible.

E is for the enthusiasm with which you approach life -- even in the face of my less-than-enthusiastic view toward tedious chores like cleaning the garage, weatherproofing the deck and planning the totality of every summer vacation we've ever been so fortunate to take. Furthermore, the restraint you demonstrated for the duration of my Orlando-inspired tirade (i.e. the one involving shameful histrionics in which I accused Disney characters of being creepy and a certain airline of being patently tyrannical) was most admirable. For that alone, I love you dearly.

N is for your non-judgmental nature. You don't care that I sometimes forget to cook. Or dust. Or shop. Or water plants. You accept me for who I am, unconditionally, and know that a lot of plants will likely die in my care.

T is for the tolerance you exhibit each and every day. Admittedly, I'm difficult to live with. I'm needy, erratic and I have a crippling aversion to spiders. I swill milk straight from the jug, my showers are of an interminable length and I've been known to mock your shortcomings with merciless precision (i.e. "Can't you at least pretend to be organized?") What's more, I am physically incapable of getting anywhere in a timely fashion, which I'm certain rankles you to the core. You'll never know how grateful I am for your tolerance in the abovementioned arenas.

I is for the ingenuity you routinely display when you're called upon to delve into our brood's unwieldy school projects -- the ones that ought to warn parents of the perils of working with way too much glue and far too little direction. So clever and resourceful are you, utilizing an unlikely arsenal of duct tape, crusty pizza boxes and errant screws. You're perfectly selfless, too, embracing the celebrated and often untimely excursion to Jo-Ann Fabrics without the slightest objection or hint of frustration. After all, you reason, it gives you a chance to bond with other parents who have made the very same trek -- to gather paint, to compare the circumference of various styrofoam balls and to suffer the ill effects of pipe cleaner envy.

N is for the novelty you employ practically every time you pack someone's lunch, adding a touch of love and creativity to an otherwise banal event. Never mind that you've replaced me as the Sandwich Captain and Scrawler of Lunchbox Notes. Of course, I was envious at first, harboring a visceral brand of resentment for a time. But I've come to realize that you've taken on the task to lighten my load. What's more, I genuinely appreciate your flair for catering to creatures who are, at best, a challenge to nourish.

E is for your emboldening ways. In a word, you're my biggest advocate in this life -- silencing my doubts, offering definitive proof that my cup runneth over much of the time and always, always providing a soft spot to land when I fall. Valentine, I love you more than words could ever say.